1. |
Cellar Door
04:16
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Cellar Door
You were like a yellow light in a sea of introverts
No one even knows how weird you are like you only have like one t-shirt
Your body feels like a landmine that i wanna stroke and kiss
I need a map to see my path i hope there aren’t paths that i’ve missed
Change is here and we must try
Appreciate the little and just waste time
Lets make breakfast and i’ll give you head
And live out existence is someone else’s bed
In someone else’s bed
You haven’t seen like any movie not even darko
Can i be your mad world, the polo to your marco?
Change is here and we must try
Appreciate the little and just waste time
Lets make breakfast and i’ll give you head
And live out existence is someone elses bed
In someone else’s bed
Change is here and we must try
Appreciate the little and just waste time
Lets make breakfast and i’ll give you head
And live out existence is someone elses bed
In someone else’s bed
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2. |
Napanee
04:24
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Napanee
Your lips go limp when you exhale smoke
You didnt want them to know your folks
Almost dawn filling the pump
On our way to see your friend Gump
Finally showing you my town
Expose my belly a submissive hound
Trips go long when you give me that smirk
Sit on my hands its fucking work
My frail arms held you in a tight bind
Conjuring up all the courage i could find
Cried so hard knowing you were down
In that camper not making a sound
oh- I-I oh - i - i - i - i
Oh i-i, In a camper not making a sound
My chest has pockets that fit you exact
On the bones my organs intact
i want to take your sads take them all out
Take your tears and give you a drought
My frail arms held you in a tight bind
Conjuring up all the courage i could find
Cried so hard knowing you were down
In that camper not making a sound
oh- I-I oh - i - i - i - i
Oh i-i, In a camper not making a sound
Coffee cups and cigarette butts cant always be us
Cant always be drunk eyes or running to you on a sheet of ice
Coffee cups and cigarette butts cant always be us
Cant always be drunk eyes or running to you on a sheet of ice
oh- I-I oh - i - i - i - i
Oh i-i, In a camper not making a sound
My frail arms held you in a tight bind
Conjuring up all the courage i could find
Cried so hard knowing you were down
In that camper not making a sound
oh- I-I oh - i - i - i - i
Oh i-i, In a camper not making a sound
oh- I-I oh - i - i - i - i
Oh i-i, In a camper not making a sound
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3. |
Leaves
03:16
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Leaves
The stupid things you make me do
The awkward words i say to you
We drive around town without a clue
Finding a place that looks all new
Keep me here beneath the trees
Away from the crowded streets
On this damp bench we did seat
Let our love fall like the leaves
Go back to the time that we first met
I was too young and you were wed
In a small bar our stage was set
In the one moment i wouldn’t regret
Hey can I borrow your phone
Sorry mom i’m not coming home
As we sang along to that punk song
Go back to the time that we first met
I was too young and you were wed
In a small bar our stage was set
In the one moment i wouldn’t regret
The black ink against your arm
Tour green eyes that do me hard
But you were there to keep me warm
To keep me warm, warm
To keep me warm
To keep me warm
Go back to the time that we first met
I was too young and you were wed
In a small bar our stage was set
Go back to the time that we first met
I was too young and you were wed
In a small bar our stage was set
In the one moment i wouldn’t regret
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4. |
Virgo
03:47
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Virgo
Stretched out on your lap
Waiting for the fade
I heard once youre lucky in love
Or in your wages
The park light hid the moon
Beneath their glare
Even misty eyed
They stopped and stared
You can’t call a bird a bird you shout
My voice got tired trying to figure it out
All the adjectives i’m starting to doubt
For now
We stopped asking questions
Our perspectives blurred
Maybe it was the sweet wine
We poured into thirds
Star signs were never your vibe
Until someone said
That virgo’s were the kind ones
And kindness they spread
You can’t call a bird a bird you shout
My voice got tired trying to figure it out
All the adjectives i’m starting to doubt
For now
You think your way is best
But maybe i like my life in a mess
I know i’ve said it before
But now I confess
You can’t call a bird a bird you shout
my voice got tired trying to figure it out
All the adjectives i’m starting to doubt
For now
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5. |
1968
03:21
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1968
Joni talked about the sand
Couldn’t breathe in his hands
Laurel canyon in our dreams
Quarantine documentary streams
Life of sixty eight, I came out too late
Crochet macrame
Broken down strings
Mama Cass and Mary Jane
And lover flings
Two dollar cover on the town
Uncombed hair waist down
Sunset running from the cops
Ecstasy running through my chops
Life of sixty eight, I came out too late
Crochet macrame
Broken down strings
Mama Cass and Mary Jane
And lover flings
Warm dusk of LA
Sing so much it stings
Troubadour smoke stays
And lover flings
I see my friends there
Out in the summer air
And they’re asking
Where I’ve been
Crochet macrame
Broken down strings
Mama Cass and Mary Jane
And lover flings
Warm dusk of LA
Sing so much it stings
Troubadour smoke stays
And lover flings
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6. |
Nighttime Running
04:38
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Nighttime Running
I knew you’d always come for me
Chasing me down
Brow sweating when it happens
And you punch and kick me around
Well its another field
You’re buried away
I’m sad to see you leave
But please don’t stay
Night time running
Right back to me
No one even knows you
Your secrets with us
For those who know you
Our shine has gone to rust
Night time running
Right back to me
Night time running
Right back to me
On a lucky tuesday
We were living the morning
And without warning you picked up and left
On a lucky tuesday
We were living the morning
And without warning you picked up and left
You just walked in here
Kidnapped my loves
One day its a tongue kiss
The next its a shove
Night time running
Right back to me
Night time running
Right back to me
Night time running
Right back to me
Night time running
Right back to me
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Pillow Fite Nova Scotia
Pillow Fite is an alt-folk group from Halifax, Nova Scotia formed by Art Ross (they/them) and Aaron Green (he/him) over text messaging song ideas during the Covid lockdown. The duo’s vastly different musical approaches compliment each other to produce sweet yet biting songs about road trips, queer love and mental health. ... more
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